Too Friendly to Date. Nicole HelmЧитать онлайн книгу.
level of anal rigidness, but he liked to be organized. He loved a good plan. How could you ever get what you wanted if you didn’t have a plan?
Leah, though, looked at everything as if it might bite and poison her. She was a great electrician. He’d never had one complaint about her work or her work ethic, but he had no idea how she did it all in the constant state of disarray everything in her orbit seemed to be in.
“Isn’t this all a little much for one week of...whatever?”
“Consider it a business plan.”
“If you say so,” she muttered. “Where’s Grace with the chicken?”
“She should be back soon. Now, let’s start with arrival. Flying or driving? And when do they get here?”
Leah let out a gusty sigh. “Driving. Friday. Get here around three o’clock.”
“Should I be there?”
“Hell no.”
“Is that a Leah ‘hell no’ or a girlfriend ‘hell no’?”
She worked her fingers through her messy braid, making it even messier, so the light brown strands framed her face.
Not that he was noticing that. Nope.
“I don’t think they’d expect you to be with me. I haven’t seen them in years.”
“And why is that?”
When she only pursed her lips, he leaned forward on the table, trying to catch her eye. “Don’t you think they’d expect me to know what the source of the problems you guys had is?”
“I...” She shook her head and swallowed. “It’s really complicated and I don’t think it’ll come up. I... Jacob, we just don’t get along. And part of that is because I was a shit teenager, and I...I wasn’t a good person to them. Okay, so let’s just go with it’s my fault and that’s all you need to know.”
“I can’t see you being shit to anyone who didn’t deserve it.”
“They didn’t.” She was so emphatic. “I was... Things were different. I’m a different person and I owe them...so much. Probably the truth, but I’m not sure I can keep being this person if I give them that. So here we are.”
The whole conversation was so vague, but the obvious anguish and guilt in her words kept him from pressing further. After all, she was right. It wasn’t as if her family was going to sit around rehashing all the bad stuff between them with him around.
Of course, that didn’t stop him from being curious. Or concerned. Well, that wasn’t his place, either. He scrubbed his hands over his face, then focused on his calendar. “Okay, so you don’t need me Friday. What about Saturday? Sunday and Monday are Christmas Eve and Christmas Day, so I’ll want to spend the majority of those with my family. We should definitely do something Saturday. Dinner?”
Leah nodded. “Yeah. Mom will want to cook for you.”
“See? This isn’t so hard. Now, we need to cover some basics of our relationship.”
“Our fake relationship.”
“The key to fooling anyone is believing it. Trust me.”
“Why? You’ve pretended to be something you’re not so often in your life?”
He shrugged. Maybe he hadn’t pretended to be someone else, but he’d done plenty of pretending. Plenty of fooling people he loved. “I know a thing or two.”
“Please.”
Thankfully Grace chose that moment to walk in with the food. “All right. Sustenance. I see you’ve started without me.” She plopped the bags on the table and went to collect plates and silverware. “How’s it going so far?”
“Jacob is telling me all the tips and tricks of fooling people. Because apparently he’s an expert.”
“Jacob? Pretend?” Grace glanced at him, a screwed-up expression on her face. “What are you even talking about? I hate to give him a big head, but one of Jacob’s greatest assets is his honesty.”
“See? You’re no great pretender.” Leah helped herself to a drumstick and some green beans, apparently quite pleased with herself.
“Caught me.” He managed a laid-back grin, one he didn’t feel at all. “But I still think we need to cover all our bases.”
“Can’t hurt,” Grace agreed, biting into a biscuit as she looked at the calendar. “You sure your family won’t expect to see even a little of Jacob on Christmas? My parents expect to see Kyle.”
“But Kyle doesn’t have a family of his own or anywhere else to be.”
“Well, yeah, but if you had a boyfriend, wouldn’t you want to spend part of the day with him? I mean, especially if you’ve been dating an entire year.”
“I haven’t seen my family in many years. As far as they know, I’ve spent every Christmas with Jacob. Trust me, they won’t question it. And if they do, I’ll tell them I wanted to focus on them.”
“It makes sense,” Jacob said, even though Grace was frowning.
They ate their chicken and discussed the day after Christmas. Planned out a time for her family to come see MC with Jacob around but not too many other people. The fewer people they involved, the better. At least on that they agreed.
The back door opened and after a few seconds Kyle stepped into the kitchen.
“Hey, you’re back early,” Grace greeted, all way-too-wide smiles.
Kyle nodded, and Grace grinned at him and then he grinned back. Jacob grimaced, glanced at Leah, who had her nose wrinkled and mouth all screwed up.
“You guys need me for anything else?”
“I think we’ll manage without all your genius contributions,” Jacob muttered.
Grace grinned, popping out of her seat. “Great.” Her and Kyle exited, Grace’s laugh echoing down the staircase.
“How do you live with that lovey-dovey crap?”
“It’s a very big house and I hide a lot.”
She kind of half laughed, but her expression as she looked at where Kyle and Grace had disappeared wasn’t so much amused or disgusted. No, it looked a lot wistful. And it echoed his own feeling on the matter.
It’d been almost six months since he’d been in a relationship, and he missed that ease with someone. Sure, he’d never been in a relationship as long as Kyle and Grace, but it was nice to always have someone to call up and spend time with instead of hiding from his sister and best friend feeling each other up all the time.
“You want to go to a movie?”
“Huh?”
“It’s early. They’re...” He grimaced. “Doing whatever. Unless you have plans. Let’s go do something. That way if your mom asks what we did on our last date we can say, ‘Oh, we went and saw Boneheads.’”
“I am not going to see Boneheads.”
“It’s supposed to be funny.”
“It looks idiotic.” She pushed some hair out of her eyes. “What about Incoming?”
“An alien movie? Are you crazy? Those things are creepy.”
“Oh, poor Jacob is afraid of a few little fictional creatures.” Leah pouted, clearly mocking him, and why that made him smile was completely beyond him.
“You better be careful. I’ll wrangle you into a chick flick.”
“Oh, please. Aliens over chick flick any day of the week.” But she stood from the table and went over to the mudroom, where her coat was